Excuses

I broke it...

I wasted a talent

before I could flaunt it...

Although lucrative

currency slips through

chapped hands.

Am I working

hard enough

am I truly

tuff enough

My weakness is my excuse

an excuse for everything

I even believe

my lovely lies

I even believe

This day

a wish curls up to die...

The easy way

pays off now

instant

static faction

hard work

dynamic reactions

change the most constant...

Gnawed nails

wind force gale

nervous

kneeling

in reserved pues

peeling

unfeeling...

You are welcome

please have a seat

partake in this high life

described by a low life

they stick labels on everything

its easier to describe

So persistently

I'll sit and wait

aggressively passive...

6/13/2003